The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGall & Inglis, 1865 - 700 Seiten |
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... feet , Then this crimson flag shall be Martial cloak and shroud for thee . " The warrior took that banner proud , And it was his martial cloak and shroud ! SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . I STOOD upon the hills , when heaven's wide arch Was ...
... feet , Then this crimson flag shall be Martial cloak and shroud for thee . " The warrior took that banner proud , And it was his martial cloak and shroud ! SUNRISE ON THE HILLS . I STOOD upon the hills , when heaven's wide arch Was ...
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... feet . How oft my guardian angel gently cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sorrow , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied ...
... feet . How oft my guardian angel gently cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sorrow , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied ...
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... feet ? Where is the song of Troubadour ? Where are the lute and gay tambour They loved of yore ? Where is the mazy dance of old , The flowing robes , inwrought with gold , The dancers wore ? And he who next the sceptre swayed , Henry ...
... feet ? Where is the song of Troubadour ? Where are the lute and gay tambour They loved of yore ? Where is the mazy dance of old , The flowing robes , inwrought with gold , The dancers wore ? And he who next the sceptre swayed , Henry ...
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... feet high , with wreaths and roses and ribands streaming in the wind , and a noisy weathercock on top . The sun does not set till ten o'clock at night ; and the children are at play in the streets an hour later . The windows and doors ...
... feet high , with wreaths and roses and ribands streaming in the wind , and a noisy weathercock on top . The sun does not set till ten o'clock at night ; and the children are at play in the streets an hour later . The windows and doors ...
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... feet an eternity slumbered in quiet . Also the church within was adorned , for this was the season When the young , their parents ' hope , and the loved ones of heaven , Should at the foot of the altar renew the vows of their baptism ...
... feet an eternity slumbered in quiet . Also the church within was adorned , for this was the season When the young , their parents ' hope , and the loved ones of heaven , Should at the foot of the altar renew the vows of their baptism ...
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Angel answered arms beautiful bell beneath birds breath bright bring called close clouds comes dark dead death deep door dream earth Enter eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire flowers follow forest Friar give gleam golden grave hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy hope King land Laughing leaves light listen living look loud maiden morning never night o'er once passed play Pray prayer Prec Prince Henry rest rise river rose round sail sang seemed shadow shining side silent singing sleep song soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood strong sweet Take thee things thou thought Till unto Vict village voice wait wall wandered waves wild wind young youth
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Seite 285 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Seite 124 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Seite 52 - Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Seite 52 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!' 'O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?' But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Seite 4 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Seite 93 - Come, read to me some .poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from...
Seite 128 - ... embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed. The swelling heart...
Seite 343 - Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away ! 346 ENCELADUS.
Seite 36 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Seite 307 - All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay — A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.